Claire's POV
"Ring…
Ring...
Ring..."
My phone rang incessantly, cutting through the heavy haze of sleep. I had finally fallen asleep after taking my insomnia pills, but someone clearly had other plans for me. With my eyes still closed, I fumbled for the phone on the bedside table and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I mumbled; my voice was groggy.
"Sob... Mommy!" A child's voice wailed on the other end, and I froze. Mommy? My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have a child.
"Son, you must have dialed the wrong number. I am not—"
"Daddy! He... he is not opening his eyes..." The panic in the child's voice snapped me fully awake. I jerked upright in bed, the haze of sleep evaporating.
"Wait—what? What is going on?" I rasped, glancing at the screen; my pulse quickened as I saw the number flashing there. Evander. The same number I had memorized and called countless times, hoping for answers. My throat tightened as a thousand questions whirled in my mind.
